I have to admit it; the Mystery of 8120 Pacific was one of the most intoxicating storylines for me to trail. These are the kind of stories that we House Sleuths only dream of. This time, it was all real. Imagine my delight as different,
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Mizman loh hitraehnu. For those of us who have longed for a real deal Jewish delicatessen to open in Omaha, I’ve heard from a little bird in the know, that we are all in for a big treat. No more pining away for a deli visit back East. At long
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For a while in early high school, I began palling around with an old grade school friend of mine. Even though we were attending different schools, I was acquainted with a number of girls in her new circle from the Aksarben party days of my
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As I remember it, I was eating a hot fudge sundae with my grandmother at a local ice cream fountain. It was an odd little 1950’s leftover, the kind of fountain that doesn’t really exist any more in these parts. My grandmother would park her
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When I was a little girl I was very close with my grandparents. On treasured weekends I would spend at their house, my grandmother would allow me to do most anything. This usually involved indulging in real cream and real butter and homemade
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My, oh my, Omaha. What do we have here? I spied this newly developing mural on our mystery property about three days ago. Please check out Mysteries of Omaha: 812 South 42nd Street and Mysteries of Omaha: 812 South 42nd Street Part Two if you
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I am not one of those people who refuse to go west of 72nd Street. In fact some of my very favorite homes in Omaha are west of 90th Street. But in recent years, I will confide, Center Street (west of 72nd, so it is officially West Center Road)
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Mr. Cassette often teases me that I should have a side blog called, “What’s the Deal, Omaha?” This article quite possibly fits in that category. As we all by now know, the historic Clarinda Apartment (3027 Farnam St) and Page Apartment (305-11
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I just received the best email from Kristine Gerber of Restoration Exchange Omaha (REO). If you are not familiar, check out: http://www.restorationexchange.org In this email, she cleared up some questions that arose in the writing of the George
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Part One: The first time I remember seeing Hanscom Park was at age 16. We had gotten there by car, many of us, having packed into Someone’s Mother’s Retired Old Boat. The large kind of gas guzzling cars that would be handed down from kid to kid